Often before I go home for the night, I will stop and see him and ask if there is anything he wants or needs and elude that I will be "ready" for him ...hen he gets home. When I get home, I pour myself a glass of wine and run a bath. I shave my pussy bald and then when I get out I go into our bedroom and get out the laptop. I'll surf my usual porn sites for a bit or read a magazine. The whole time fantisizing that it is my husband doing all those things I'm looking at or reading. I get myself. I would be the one who brought up that it's time to get together with James again, to spice up our sex lives a little. Monica would say things like, If you want or, I don't need anybody else or, yeah ok when depending how she felt at the time. I would bring it up during our bedtime fun, my cock rock hard as I would say things like, he must be really missing your pussy and mouth, bet he's just dying to fuck your brains out which that sort of talk usually got the OK from Monica to organize it.I. .." I couldn't say the word 'died', and 'passed away' seemed so ... so neutral and insignificant.Mom hugged me. "Give it time, you will heal. We all do."I remembered my dad about then, and started to sniffle. "It hurts too much right now," I said."Instead of remembering your loss, remember your gain. What did you get from Charli?" Love," I said, " and affection, companionship ... we had fun, too." Those are superficial things, except for the first one. The most powerful man on Earth is a wimp. I just might be able to get him to do it yet."Wait a minute, I've got an idea, come over here."I pushed him over to my dressing table. Dipping my fingers into anopen jar of styling gel, I rubbed my hands together, and rubbed the gelinto Dan's hair. Then I took a comb and combed his hair straight back,curving it back around his ears giving it a slight feminine look. Hestarted to protest but I cut him off by nodding toward the mirror. Heturned to the mirror and the look on his face said it.